This year, the pebble garden has become a nose-high jungle that Tod has to cut through with a machete. So on the day we took the winter cover off I hacked down all the weeds. Among them was a soft pink poppy that happily seeds itself round the garden coming up in different places each year. It was here when we arrived, so there is a particular satisfaction in getting majestic poppies for free.
Without much hope, I cut off all the tight green poppy buds before I dug up the plant (it couldn't stay where it was) and plonked them in a large vase in the kitchen. They are such delicate flowers they seem too fragile to make cut blooms.
To my delight they are coming out and look lovely.